It is quite the household we live in. The little one doesn’t sleep, which makes the big one not sleep. The medium sized one pushes the big ones buttons with such skill that my attempts at button pushing are amateurish at best. The big one worries about the little one, the little one smiles and makes us forget our worries for a moment. The medium sized one unleashes a barrage of terror on the puppies and her unsuspecting sister, which angers the big one. The medium one gets a timeout, proceeds to cry, which makes the little one cry and the big one has to calm everyone down. The little one poops her pants, the big one changes them while the medium sized one makes comments about why it smells and how much she doesn’t like the smell. The medium sized one wants to do a craft that takes longer to set up for the big one than the medium sized one stays interested with it. More button pushing, pooping, spitting up, not sleeping, and crafts.

I am not really sure what day it is, what I am supposed to be doing, and whether or not I am supposed to laugh when the big one argues with the medium sized one. (Apparently I am not supposed to laugh and most likely referring to her as the big one will not earn any points).
Going to work makes me happy. Oh yeah, beer too……